The blood of Gaia pulses through the timber
Of the old Oak tree, a vigorous behemoth...

My desire for you is like a cryptic veil,
which blossoms when I see your smile- bright as...

Let your optimum lips kiss the calmative whole of...
running sweet sensation...

Sitting under a tree with the sun fading into the...
Days have slowly passed since her tradgey...

(this poems is not 100% done, i just want some...
The window of time slowly despairs...